Keep your friends close and your enemies closer Posted on May 30, 2025 at 04:44:13 PM by Amberlyn
Amberlyn was pacing, irritated and annoyed as well as feeling the size of a beached whale and uncomfortable. In her foul mood she was regretting everything and would probably lash out at anyone right now, especially the the stallion who had put her in this position almost a year ago. Was she thinking rationally, not really, but hormonal stroppy mare syndrome was a real thing according to her body.
What was it the older mares in her previous herd had said about pregnancy? oh yer, It’s a magical experience that all mares should be bless with, to bring life into this world was a truly blessed moment snort, yer right! She was now convinced the old hags had lied to the younger mares just to get them to pop out the next lot of babies.
Had she wanted children in the future? Yes of course she did, but emphasise on the future part. Instead she gets knocked up almost at soon as she arrives here. With a sigh she can at least to herself admit it takes two to tango, and she had been a willing participant, even if it was only mean to be a bit of fun for one night.
Her thoughts and pacing are cut off as a sharp pain pulls a gasp from her, she blink a few times before another sharp stab to her abdomen makes her curse a blue streak in her head for two reasons, the first being that this labour was going to hurt and the second being that she knew most foals was born in the dead of night, but her’s had decided it wanted to be different, because it was still bloody daytime.
Thankfully she had been keeping everyone at a distance to her the past few days so she was far enough from the herd, not that she thought they’d disturb her even if she was around them but still she preferred for them to keep their distance.
She groaned through another contraction, letting her body guide her next movements as she carefully dropped her body to the forest floor, allowing instinct to lead with when to push etc, being a maiden she’d never foaled before or even been around a mare foaling.
With the final big push the foal slips free of her, beyond tired with echos of pain going through her body all she wants to do is sleep, but the wriggling thing hitting her hind legs reminds her she has to care for the little thing now.
Opening amber eyes she slowly pulls herself onto shaky limbs, wondering not for the first time why mares repeatedly put themselves through this!
Unexpected to her though all such thoughts leave her when she turns to take in the colourful foal still thrashing on the floor. For a moment she feels frozen just gazing down on the colt whos coat holds similar patterns to her own before her brain kicks back in, telling her she needs to tend to the youngling.
Stepping forward she nudges the little colt gently hush little one, your alright she murmurs to him, pleased when he at leasts stops kicking at his mothers words and touch before beginning to clean him up, watching him as the colts wide eyes glance at everything around him. Replies: There have been no replies.